"You were stopped?" The red-robed man stared down at Tobirama with a frown, hands clenching on the arms of his throne. At the elder's displeasure, Tobirama glanced to the ground, giving a slight sigh.
"The Bearer is being quite well-guarded. Hashirama will rush to his aid at the slightest sound of commotion," Tobirama stated, looking up at the older male. "It proved quite difficult. You know as well as I that if I faced Hashirama in combat, I would lose out."
The red-robed man just gave a slight chuckle, resting his cheek on his hand. "Come on Tobirama. You're smarter than to just give up just like that," He said with a smirk. "You're the most competent of my inner circle. I want that Bearer returned to me before the full moon of the night of birth."
"Ah, of course, Archmaster…" Tobirama responded quietly, bowing his head. "I'll need some time to plan, but the Bearer will be returned to us, and the Ambrosine will be birthed in these sacred halls."
The Archmaster simply gave a slight nod. "Very well. But this time, make sure you do not come back without the Bearer, Tobirama. I do not take well to failure, even from those of my inner circle."
With that, Tobirama bowed before going to leave the throne room. If he didn't want to lose his head, he would need to think of a plan to separate Madara and Hashirama from each other. One that would not fail again.
….
Relaxing in the bath, Madara hummed to himself, letting the bubbly water wash over him as he moved to pour it over himself. Hashirama was in the kitchen, washing up all of the things he used to make their meal, which they had eaten together.
But, Madara was still quite troubled by the idea that he would still be pursued by that damn cult. He couldn't do anything about it though, not unless he could be rid of this spawn within him. He had tried himself, the night right after he was rescued from the cult's temple, but as he held the blade to his abdomen, something had stopped him.
"Goddamnit…" Madara murmured. Something had stopped him each time he tried to be rid of the demon. Maybe the creature could use some sort of mental control to sap his willpower, but each time had failed. "This demon is pissing me off..."
He hoped Hashirama would have some type of cure for this, to at least stop the creature from making Madara pause in the actions to remove it. The door opened slightly, and Hashirama's voice came through the crack, snapping Madara out of his thoughts.
"Is everything okay in there?" Hashirama asked gently, concerned expression on his face. Madara gave a soft smile, before calling for the other to come into the bathroom.
"I need some help washing my hair. Come in the bath and help me with it." Madara watched as the other entered the bathroom, averting his gaze from Madara's bare body. But, as Madara spoke, Hashirama's cheeks went pink. "Are you sure?" He asked, and Madara nodded.
"The tub is big enough for both of us, you know," He stated, and Hashirama just gave a slight chuckle.
"Okay then," He murmured, removing his clothing and letting it fall to the floor. "If you insist~" With that, Hashirama entered the tub. Madara shifted so he was sat between the other's legs.
Hashirama's cheeks remained pink, but he moved to grab the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into his hand before moving to place it in Madara's hair, humming lightly as he massaged the shampoo into other's scalp.
Madara gave a pleased sigh as he felt the other's fingers in his hair, and he looked ahead of him, his eyes almost closing. It felt really nice, for Hashirama to be washing his hair. Despite himself, the Uchiha let himself relax more, almost leaning against the taller male's chest.
Eventually, Hashirama cupped some water in his hands, moving to wash out the shampoo from Madara's hair. Madara kept his eyes closed as the other rinsed out the bubbles from his hair.
Hashirama repeated the process with the conditioner, rubbing it into the other's hair before rinsing it out. A smile had graced his lips- he always enjoyed playing around with Madara's hair. And Madara seemed to enjoy the attention, even if he acted like he didn't.
Madara shifted slightly once his hair was washed, moving to wash Hashirama's hair. Giving a soft chuckle, Hashirama leant down slightly so Madara could rub shampoo into the his brunet locks.
Madara continued to wash the other's hair, giving a soft huff. "There," The raven-haired male responded, moving to rub soap over Hashirama's chest before rinsing the soap off of his own body, standing up to get out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Thanks for helping me wash my hair," Madara said, before moving into the bedroom to get ready for bed. Hashirama blushed faintly as he watched the other leave, feeling himself getting hard.
No, he surely couldn't… even if he was attracted to the other, such thoughts would be not allowed. He couldn't just abuse Madara's trust by thinking such impure thoughts. But, he had to get rid of his arousal, and these thoughts, before going to get himself ready for bed.
Moving his hand to his crotch, Hashirama let his fingers brush over the length of his cock, giving a low moan as he started to slowly rub at it. Leaning back, his back hit the edges of the bath as he moved his hand in time with his moans. Soon enough, he could feel himself on the edge, though he paused as he heard the door opening slowly, and Madara poked his head through the doorway.
"What're you doing?" Madara gave the Senju a weird look.
"Ah, nothing…" Hashirama responded, his hand still on his cock and his cheeks a deep pink. "Don't worry about it, Madara. I'll be out in a minute."
The Uchiha watched the other, before giving a nod. "You best hurry up then," He murmured. "The hot water's made your face go red, it's not a good look for you." With that, Madara left the bathroom once more, and Hashirama gave a soft sigh, biting his lip as he rubbed at his cock, slowly teasing it until finally… he climaxed, giving a low, muffled moan.
Embarrassed and slightly flustered, Hashirama pulled the plug out of the bath and stood up, turning on the shower to rinse himself off once more before turning it off. He took a towel and left the bathroom to get ready for bed.
